![]() Over the millennia, it'd been plowed, mined, deforested, and built up, and then the Musth had gone out to the stars. Rainfall was seasonal, sparse but heavy when it came. ![]() Its climate was a bit chill for man, although it seldom snowed. The sun was G-type, but the light was starker, more blue, than a Ter-ran would feel comfortable under. The planet was temperate, with large continents, low mountains, lakes, much of the land covered with veldt, grassy plains interspersed with small forests. To the Musth, The planet was held, in mythology, to be the homeworld, although most of their scientists believed the race had simultaneously evolved on a dozen, perhaps more, planets proof the universe belonged to them, buttressed by the ease with which they had conquered their home cluster and expanded beyond. Others might choose to involve themselves later, might remain neutral. Or, at least the clanmasters who felt the matter of interest or value perhaps twenty percent of the Musth clans, no more. The Musth clanmasters were assembling to decide what might be done with the humans occupying the far-distant Cumbre system. It could have been an attack, but was not. As they closed, bays slid open, and small C-shaped fighting ships, the lethalaksai, darted out and held close formation on their 630 CE) CHAPTER1 Langnes 37421/The Planet/Gathering Starships snapped into real space, slashed toward the system's fourth planet. Maxims for a Lone Warrior, Fighting Against a Hostby Lai Shi-Min, later The Emperor T'ai Tsung (ca. Consider well the ways of fire, its masks and tactics, then make war with its soul in your belly. Its barren aftermath gives nothing to the host but desolation and despair. Even its wounding is terrible and few survive. It attacks all that the enemy has, wagons, horses, victuals, as well as swordsmen and archers. With fire guarding his flanks, the warrior may fight with all his heart, knowing he has given himself a perfect shield. ![]() Behind its mask the warrior can devise his own stratagems in leisure and concealment. It carries almost all before it, and they are its victims or allies the wind becomes its steed, the earth its fortress, and only great waters are its final enemy. It fights its own battle, leaping here, there, and no sayer can predict its course. It needs little encouragement to shoulder its arms, little food other than a scattering of twigs, and fights on without rest until the end. Once fire rages, the warrior may pursue his own course. ![]() Its sight weakens the foe, for he knows the merci-lessness of what he faces. Bright, angry, it gladdens the heart of he who uses it. Its power is far greater than any charger, yet it hides in a child's robes. Before battle, meditate on the thirteen ways of fire: 1. ![]()
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